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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 147: Kohella (2)

Chapter 147: Kohella (2)

Kohella​ Deinalt Elvester.

“The⁠​‌ old fox of⁠‌​ Gremport Palace sent‍ a letter saying⁠‍‍ that she would​‍ visit the Ravenclaw⁠​ territory approximately four​ days later.

It‌‌‍ wasn’t just anyone,⁠ but the chief‌​‌ imperial magic adviser⁠‍ and the most⁠‌ famous figure in‌⁠ the magical world,‌ who said she⁠ would come all​⁠ the way to​​‌ this remote region.⁠⁠‌

Even​⁠⁠ the servants of⁠ the Baron Ravenclaw’s‌‍‍ mansion, who had‍ already become quite‌‍ competent at attending​⁠‌ important guests, couldn’t‍ help but tense​​⁠ up again.

Every‌ time they began‌ to grow used⁠ to something, a new trial arrived,​‍‍ so the maids​ and servants of⁠⁠ the mansion were‌ already half-dead inside.‌

“If‍ Lady Kohella is⁠​ going to come‍‍ personally, we must‌ receive her while​‍ respecting imperial etiquette.⁠ There will be​​ a lot to‍​‍ prepare…”

While​ the butler and‌​ the head maid‍‍‌ frowned, Dereck continued​⁠ cleaning the blade​‌ of his sword‌ and commented as⁠‌ if nothing were‍‌ wrong.

“I⁠‌ don’t think we​⁠⁠ have that much‍ time.”

Delbriton​ and the head‍​‌ maid, Lana, looked⁠‍ at him drenched⁠ in sweat.

“H-how​​⁠ much time do‍ we have then?‍‍‌ With the experience‌​ of having attended‌ important nobles before,​​ if we had⁠​‌ three or four‌​ days, we could⁠‍ prepare everything by​ moving fast.”

“She‍​‌ says she’s arriving‍‌‌ tomorrow.”

Dereck​ glanced sideways at⁠ the open letter.⁠

With​​​ those words, the​‌​ expressions of the‌​‍ two servants responsible​‌ for the mansion‌‌ grew even paler.⁠⁠

***⁠‌

Kohella‌‍ was someone surprisingly​‍ light on her‌‌‌ feet for her​ position.

If⁠⁠‍ she needed to‍ investigate something, she​​​ appeared anywhere. Although,‌​​ by protocol, she‍​‍ should travel with‍​‍ at least a dozen subordinates, she⁠⁠⁠ often disappeared by⁠‍‍ herself.

The‌‍‍ escort was a mere requirement of‍​ etiquette, nothing more.⁠⁠

A 6-star mage didn’t‌ need guards to⁠​ protect her life.‍⁠⁠

So‍‌ it wasn’t strange⁠ that she simply‌ appeared somewhere out​​‍ of nowhere.

At‌​ sunset the next‍​ day, the imperial‌​‌ adviser Kohella appeared⁠ alone in front‌⁠‌ of the main‍‌ gate of the‌ Ravenclaw mansion.

The⁠​ maids had already​ prepared a space‍‌ to store her⁠​ carriage and another‍‌ area for the‌‌ servants who were​​‍ supposedly to accompany‌‌ her.

But‌​‌ upon seeing Kohella,‌‍‌ they couldn’t believe​ what they were‍⁠ seeing.

She‌⁠ didn’t come in​‍​ a carriage.

She‌⁠ didn’t bring servants.​​⁠

She‍‍⁠ just walked while‍​‌ dragging an enormous⁠​ magic staff larger​‍ than her own‍‌‌ body.

She‌ wore a light⁠ violet robe with⁠‍ a few ornaments,‍​​ a cotton blouse,‍‍ a linen skirt,‍‌‌ and a huge‌‍‍ amber necklace.

She​ walked up to‍ the mansion as‍⁠‌ if she had‍ just gone out‌ for a stroll.‌

Gremport‌​ Palace, where her⁠⁠‌ laboratory was located,​ was at a considerable distance even‍⁠ traveling by carriage,⁠ yet she didn’t‌ look like she⁠‌ had made such⁠​ a long trip.⁠‌

“Hmm,​ nice mansion.”

Her​‌⁠ voice was rough‌‌⁠ and crackly like​⁠‍ a dry branch.⁠

“Thank​ you for the​​​ long trip.”

“Trip?‍ Nonsense. Just an‌⁠ old mage out⁠‌ for a walk.”⁠⁠

Dereck⁠⁠ looked at her‍‍⁠ in silence.

The⁠ way age had‌⁠ left its mark​ on her exterior‌​ emanated a special​‍​ kind of authority.‍

If​‌‍ Drest had a poor and frail⁠ appearance, Kohella looked⁠⁠ like an elegant⁠‌ old woman who⁠‌​ had aged with​‍ luxury and power.‍​

That⁠​ was natural—she had‌‍ lived her entire‌ life as the‌‌⁠ empire’s chief adviser‌ and matriarch of⁠‍ the Elvester family.​

Kohella‌ sat at the‍⁠ reception table and​ pressed her back‍ firmly against the​ chair’s backrest.

“The⁠‍ old body always⁠ complains when you‌ overwork it. My‌ back has been‌‍‌ hurting a lot​‍ lately.”

“You​ must take good⁠‍‌ care of yourself.⁠ You are the‍​ oldest of the‌ Elvester family.”

“Yes,‍​ yes. I heard⁠​ you are the​ disciple of Katia,‌ the one teaching⁠‌​ my adorable granddaughter‍ lately.”

Young⁠‌ Lady Freya of‌⁠​ the Elvester family⁠⁠‍ was being taught‍⁠‌ by Katia Flameheart,‍ Dereck’s teacher.

Although‍​‌ Dereck had now⁠⁠ surpassed Katia’s level,​​ he still showed‌‌ respect toward the​ one who had‍⁠​ once been his​⁠‌ teacher.

“Magic​⁠ of 4 stars‍‌⁠ at your age—you’re​ advancing almost at⁠​‍ the same pace⁠ as Lord Melverot⁠‍ of the north.⁠‌‌ I thought I should see your⁠⁠⁠ face at least‌‍‌ once.”

Kohella​⁠‍ let out a cackling laugh and‌​⁠ continued.

“Well,​​ now you are‌‍ Baron Ravenclaw. I must treat you​‍ accordingly. I spoke​‌ too casually. When​​ one grows old,‍ one becomes accustomed​‍ to looking down‍ on the young.‌⁠​ Consider this the⁠ clumsiness of an‍​⁠ old woman.”

“No⁠ problem.”

Although‍​‌ Dereck was a young baron from‍⁠ a remote region,⁠⁠​ he was still‌ part of the​⁠ nobility, so Kohella⁠ switched to a more respectful tone,‌ though Dereck found​​‌ it uncomfortable.

He⁠⁠‌ didn’t know why,‍​ but that old⁠ mage was difficult​⁠ to handle.

She⁠‌ said she spoke‌​‌ casually out of‌​ habit, but still⁠ insisted on treating​ him as a noble.

It⁠ was hard to‍⁠​ know if there⁠‍​ was intent behind⁠​⁠ that change.

“I‍‍‍ brought the merit‍ medal that His⁠‍ Majesty Guttrel personally‍‌⁠ bestows upon you.‍​ Reaching the rank‌ of 4-star mage‌⁠ is an achievement‌ His Majesty values⁠‍⁠ greatly. It is‌ a great honor.​‍‍ If you ever⁠​​ go near the‍​‍ capital, you must​⁠​ present yourself and‍‍⁠ thank him.”

“Thank‌ you.”

Dereck​ received several letters‌ from her and⁠ placed them on​‍ the table.

They‍‌‍ were surely ceremonial⁠‌ documents of appointments⁠ and recognitions, so⁠ he didn’t need​ to read them​ to imagine their‌ content.

“I‍⁠​ didn’t think the​ chief adviser would‌ come in person.‍‍ You must have​⁠​ many matters to⁠ handle.”

“Of‍ course. But lately,⁠‌ Lord Baron Ravenclaw​⁠‍ has been doing‌ many things, hasn’t⁠​⁠ he? There was‌ so much chatter​‌ that even the‌‌ capital heard the‍‌‍ rumors.”

“I⁠​​ was just thinking‍‌ of requesting approval⁠​ from the imperial​‌ mages regarding the​ construction of the​​ Academy in Duplain.”‌

“And⁠ that should be‍‍ done before starting​‌⁠ the construction, don’t‌ you think?”

Kohella‌​ smiled.

She​​‍ didn’t seem angry.​​‍

She‍​ was simply observing‍‍​ Dereck.

“Yes.‍⁠​ As you know,‍⁠⁠ I am still​⁠ ignorant of noble​ procedures, so I made a mistake‍ in the order‍ of the steps.‍ I apologize.”

“No‌‌‍ need to apologize.‍‍ For the empire,​ it is a good thing. Why‌ would we reject⁠ an educational institution⁠⁠‍ with a noble​‌​ purpose? Although we‌ must also confirm‍‌​ that the purpose⁠ is indeed noble.”‌‌

She​‍ smiled calmly, but‌ her words had⁠‌ an edge.

“I​ am the one‌⁠⁠ who confirms such‌‍ things. That is⁠ why I came‍⁠⁠ all the way‍ to this remote⁠⁠ Ravenclaw territory.”

Dereck‌‍⁠ decided to answer⁠‍ directly.

She⁠⁠‌ had surely already‌​ deduced most of‌‌‍ it.

“It’s​ not a very⁠‍ noble purpose. Teaching‌‍ magic is interesting‌‌‌ and useful, but⁠ of course I also have other‍ motives.”

“I⁠‌⁠ see. And will‌​‍ you give me⁠‍ a hint?”

“It’s⁠ money, of course.”⁠‌

Kohella‌​⁠ lifted an eyebrow,‌​​ amused.

They⁠‌‌ say selling even‌‌ a piece of‍⁠​ string to a noble turns you‍‍‍ into a millionaire.⁠‍

An‌ academy filled exclusively⁠⁠ with nobles—merchants would​‌ die of envy.‌​

“You⁠ say first, so​⁠‍ there must be‍ another motive.”

“It’s‌ to restore the⁠⁠‌ Duplain family.”

“Hooh.”⁠‍⁠

If​‌ he installed a facility of that​ level in their‌‍​ territory, Duplain could⁠‌ revive.

They⁠ were the faction‍⁠ closest to Dereck,​‌ practically an extension‍​⁠ of the Ravenclaw‍ barony thanks to​‍ Aiselin.

Kohella‌ smiled maliciously.

“The‌‍​ baron Ravenclaw seems⁠‍ to have much‍ affection for the​‌ Duplains. To do‌​⁠ so much for⁠⁠ a family that‍​‍ began to falter…”‍

There​⁠​ were also other⁠‌‍ reasons—bringing stability to​ his barony, creating⁠​ a self-sufficient academy—but⁠ he didn’t mention⁠⁠​ them.

Kohella​‍ surely wanted to‍ hear only this⁠​ part.

“From‍‍ the perspective of‍‌ this old woman,‍‌ your actions seem⁠‍ like moves to‌‍‌ unite allied forces‌‍ and become a power in the‌‌ southwest of the​ continent.”

“…”⁠

Kohella’s⁠‍‌ eyes narrowed.

The​‍ intuition of someone⁠ who had lived‌‍ her life as‍‌​ a high-ranking noble.​⁠

Dereck⁠‌ thought about how​⁠‌ to respond, but‍ Kohella let out​​ a light laugh.​‌​

“You‌‌‍ don’t need to⁠⁠ tense up so‌ much. Not all⁠ nobles are like‌‌ the Grand Duke‍ Beltus.”

“…”⁠

“If​ someone talented in⁠‍​ magic, who will‌ become a great‌ asset to the​​ empire, begins to⁠‍​ expand his influence,‌​ we—the empire—consider it‌⁠‌ a very positive⁠‌ thing. You have‍‍ no reason to‌​⁠ fear being suppressed.”​⁠‌

Kohella​ was addicted to⁠​‌ magical knowledge.

Although‍​ she sometimes went⁠‍ beyond all limits,⁠​ she always showed⁠⁠ goodwill toward talented‌ mages.

With‌⁠‍ Dereck’s rate of​ growth, it was‍⁠ obvious he would⁠‍​ reach 5 stars​‍ and even higher.​

That’s‍ why she had‍ no intention of‍‌ turning him into‌⁠‌ an enemy.

Still,⁠​ Dereck didn’t lower‌‌​ his guard.

“Among‌ 6-star mages there⁠⁠ is no one⁠‌ normal.”

He​ had heard that‌ thousands of times.​

That​‍ old woman, though‌⁠ elegant and calm,‌‌ surely had madness​​‌ hidden somewhere in‌ her soul.

Melverot‌ watched her more​‍ than anyone else.​⁠‌

Hidden​ madness is always‍ the most dangerous.⁠‍⁠

“If​‌ Baron Ravenclaw wishes‌ to become a higher-ranking noble, this‍‍‌ old woman can‍‍⁠ give you some‍​ advice.”

Melverot​​ was not interested​ in politics.

Neither‌​ was Drest.

Fina‍ even less.

Among‍‍‌ the 6-star mages,​⁠ Kohella was the‍ one most knowledgeable‍⁠ about worldly power.‍​‌

Her⁠ advice would be‌⁠‍ valuable.

“The‌⁠‌ baron Ravenclaw seems​​⁠ to not know⁠‍ how to use‍‍​ the authority he⁠‍​ already possesses. It⁠‌⁠ is good to‌​⁠ reinforce an allied‍ faction with the‍‍ academy but, in​ addition to that,​ there is a parallel method he​ could employ, don’t⁠⁠⁠ you think?”

“…I’m⁠​‌ not very sure‌ what exactly you‌⁠ mean.”

“The‌ baron is causing⁠‌​ quite the commotion​⁠ within the noble‌​ circle of Ebelstein,‌‌​ you know? I heard there are‌​‌ young nobles lining‍‍ up to become‍ his direct disciple.‍‍⁠ In that case,⁠ you should make‌ use of it.”​⁠

Kohella⁠‍‍ pressed her aching​​‍ back several times,​ leaned against the⁠‌⁠ chair, and spoke​‌‌ with her arms⁠⁠⁠ crossed.

“If‍ I were the​‍ baron Ravenclaw, I would accept at⁠‍​ least one more‌​​ direct disciple. Then,‌‌ those who want‌⁠⁠ to occupy that‍ position would start‍​⁠ appearing one after‍ another, competing among‍ themselves.”

“…Accepting‍ more direct disciples‍ is not something‌‌ I haven’t thought​ about…”

“And‌‌ even better if‌ you announce that​ you will choose‍​​ from among the‍⁠‌ students of the​ academy.”

Indeed,‌‌ Kohella’s words made‍‍ sense. Thanks to‌ the fact that‌‌ Dereck’s direct disciples‌⁠ already had considerable​ reputation, more and​‍ more people wanted​ to take that⁠ place.

If‍ word spread that⁠​ a student with‌ good academic performance‌‌ could become Dereck’s‌‍ fifth direct disciple,‌‌ it would undoubtedly‍⁠‌ help increase the‍‍ number of applicants.⁠

“It’s‍ good advice. I think I can‍ apply it.”

“There’s‍ more. The baron‌​ Ravenclaw said he‌ wants to push⁠ the Duplain family‌‍ forward even more,‌⁠​ didn’t he? Then,⁠ isn’t there a more efficient and‍​​ easy method? You‌ have excellent disciples,⁠​​ and I don’t​‍‌ understand why you’re⁠‌ not using them.”​​‌

The​ old fox of‍⁠‌ the empire, Kohella,​‍​ had a political‌ instinct sharp as‌⁠‍ a blade.

She‍‍⁠ even smiled with‌‌ an irritating calm.‍‍‌

“Disciples‍ may look the‍‍‍ same, but there‌​ is always an​⁠​ order. My own​ disciples also have​​‌ different levels of‌ ability, but the⁠⁠⁠ hierarchy is very⁠ clearly defined.”

Kohella⁠ had far more‌ disciples than Dereck.​​⁠ And having many⁠​ disciples meant possessing⁠ an enormous level‌‌ of influence.

However,‍‌⁠ properly controlling a large number was‌ difficult, which was‌‌ why the founders​​ of magic academies‌ usually established rules⁠‍‌ and hierarchies among‍‌ them.

“If​‍ you plan to⁠⁠‌ accept more disciples,‍​ it is also​​⁠ the master’s duty⁠‌⁠ to establish order‍ and hierarchy among⁠‌ them. If you‌⁠‌ don’t, the relationships‌ become chaotic. And‍‌⁠ these ranks are‌​‍ usually based on⁠⁠‍ the same criterion.”‌‍

“…”‍‍‌

While‌‌⁠ Dereck pondered, Kohella⁠ directly gave him⁠‍‍ the answer.

“Who‌‍‍ started receiving instruction‍ first? That is‍⁠​ usually the clearest​ point for establishing‌​⁠ hierarchy. Don’t you⁠‌ think so?”

Definitely‌⁠ someone who had⁠ spent their whole​​⁠ life among high⁠‌ nobles thought differently.‌‌‌

For​ Kohella, the network‍‌​ of relationships between‍​⁠ master and disciples‍​⁠ around Dereck was⁠‌ an enormous political​‍ web.

Regardless⁠ of secular titles,‌‍ Dereck could create​ a new axis​ of power within‌ his group of‌‌ disciples. And in‌ that sphere, he‌ could have total⁠⁠ control.

If‍​‍ the master treats⁠​​ the one who‍​‌ was the first⁠​‌ to learn at​‍‌ his side as‍ the highest disciple,​‍ the others will‌ naturally follow her.​‍

Of‌‍ course, secular titles⁠⁠ cannot be ignored.‌

But⁠⁠⁠ anyone who wants⁠ to learn from​ Dereck would not⁠​⁠ be able to‌​ ignore the hierarchy‍ that he established.‌​​

The‍ result?

One⁠‍ only had to‍‌ think about who‍‍ was the first​‍ disciple to receive‍‍ instruction from Dereck.​

When⁠⁠⁠ Dereck finished organizing‍​​ his thoughts and‌‌ silently looked at‌ Kohella, she smiled⁠‍‍ from ear to​​​ ear.

He​​ wanted to ask‌‌‌ why she was‍ giving him that​⁠ kind of advice,⁠‍ but she did⁠​‌ not answer.

“In​‍ fact, the nobility‍ is surely already‍‍‌ reacting. That place‌⁠ is full of​‍ people extremely sensitive‌ to these things.​⁠⁠ I heard that⁠‍ today is the⁠⁠‍ gathering of the‍⁠ Rose Hall, so​​ the atmosphere must​ be very different.”‌

Hidden‍ under the shadows​​ of her cloak,‌​ Kohella smiled as‌ if she could⁠ already clearly see​​ how the power‍ structure in Ebelstein‍⁠‍ would change.

There⁠‌ was still much⁠⁠ left to discuss,⁠⁠ but something was​‌⁠ clear—
that old woman’s‍ head was full​⁠ of snakes.

***‌⁠‍

– Murmur, murmur.

The​​ Rose Hall gathering.⁠

A routine event, but‍​ due to the⁠⁠ recent changes in‌‌ the situation around⁠‌ Ebelstein, the atmosphere‍‌ was unusually tense.⁠

There‌​⁠ were rumors about⁠‌‌ many families, but⁠‍​ the main topic‌‌⁠ was the information⁠‌‍ about the new⁠‌ rising force Ravenclaw,⁠⁠​ and its disciples.⁠‍‍

The‌‌​ four direct disciples‍​‌ of Baron Ravenclaw,​⁠ the most renowned‌​‍ instructor of Ebelstein.‍

Just⁠ by receiving his‍ teaching, magical level‌⁠ increased by several⁠ steps. That was​​​ why, among all⁠‍ the young nobles‌‌ who frequented the‍​ Rose Hall, the‍ four with the​ highest magical knowledge​‌​ were precisely Dereck’s⁠‍ disciples.

Diella,⁠⁠ Ellen, Denise, Siern.​‌‍

And​‍‌ the possible fifth‌ disciple, about whom​⁠⁠ rumors circulated among⁠​ the nobility, although‌ only at the⁠‌​ level of whispers.​‍‍

Click.‌​

Amid‌ the tense atmosphere,‍ the door of​ the beverage hall‌ opened, and a young lady entered.⁠‌

– I-it’s Lady Diella.‍​

– S-should we talk​​ to her? She’s⁠⁠‌ too scary…

– Even so… if⁠‌⁠ we don’t do‌‌​ it now, we’ll​ never have another‍⁠​ chance…

Small‍⁠ in stature, almost‌​ like a doll,‍ with her golden‌​ hair like threads‍‍​ of silk.

If‍ you didn’t provoke‌‍​ her, she was‌​ a young lady‌‍ as beautiful as​‌​ a porcelain doll.​‌

But‍⁠‌ everyone knew that‍⁠ inside her lived‌​‍ a beast.

Diella‍‌ walked proudly among​​‍ the furtive glances⁠ of the other​ nobles, as always.‌⁠ Her attitude had⁠‍‌ not changed.

If‌ you left her‍ alone, she was​‌​ an adorable little⁠ lady; if you‌⁠ provoked her, she⁠ would bite without⁠ distinguishing between friend‌‌ and foe.

However,⁠⁠‌ no one dared⁠‌‍ say a single‍⁠⁠ unpleasant word to⁠‍ her.

‘Lately‌ everyone looks at⁠​‌ me with faces‌​‌ that put me‌‍ in a bad⁠‌ mood. Tsk.’

Diella‍⁠‌ walked with irritated​⁠​ steps.

It‍ had been some⁠⁠ time since the​ ducal house Duplain‌ had begun to​ decline. Its prestige⁠ was no longer‌‍‌ that of its​ golden era.

And‍⁠​ even so—

Diella⁠ was getting closer⁠‍⁠ and closer to​ becoming a central​ figure of the⁠‍ Rose Hall.

Even⁠‍​ she herself was​⁠ unaware of that​ change.

The‍‌​ reason?

One‍​ only had to‌⁠‌ think about Dereck’s⁠⁠ disciples, who were‍‍ forming the axis‌ of the social​‍ circle of Ebelstein.​‍

Diella‍ Katherine Duplain.

She‍⁠⁠ was the first‍‌⁠ to receive direct‌ instruction from Dereck.⁠‌‌

If​⁠ the hierarchy was‌​ established by that‍⁠ order—

She‍ was number one​⁠ among his disciples.⁠‍

Together‌​⁠ with Aiselin, the‌​​ most competent right⁠⁠​ hand of Baron‌ Ravenclaw, Diella stood‌‌ at the top⁠ of the group.​‍

The‍‌⁠ two Duplain sisters⁠‍​ were the right‌​⁠ and left arms‍ of the man‌⁠ who was becoming‍‌‌ the nucleus of‌ Ebelstein’s social power.‌​‌

“You’re‌‍⁠ in the way.”‌

With⁠ an irritated tone,‍‌‍ Diella spoke, and⁠⁠⁠ a young noble​‍​ near her jumped⁠‌‌ startled and immediately‍‍​ moved aside.

Diella⁠ sat down, rested⁠ her chin on​ her hand, and‌‌‌ looked on indifferently.‌​‍

The⁠‌ other nobles observed‍⁠‍ her gestures as‌​ if they were‌ vassals looking at​⁠ their king.

It‍ seemed as if​‌ a huge crown‌ rested atop that​ small head.

Even‍⁠ when the Duplain‌ house had been⁠‌⁠ trembling, Diella was‍ a beast that‌⁠‍ devoured everything around‌⁠‍ her with mere‍‍ presence.

What​‍​ would happen if​​​ she were granted⁠‍ real authority and⁠⁠ power?

The⁠ answer was obvious.⁠‍

A tyrant would rule.‌

And​‌​ within Ebelstein, there‌⁠ were only two‌‍ people capable of‌ controlling her.

The⁠ revival of the‌‌‍ Duplain family had‍ already begun.

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